Wayfarer

Who: John and Amber KEats, Mk. 7 and a cast of a thousand others!
Where: Space
When: The Battle
---- Snip ----
"Mk.7, this is Keats. Want in?"
"Nah, just go for it, I can cover you from here" said Mk.7 as he
spun around and took out the two ships that had been advancing
earlier, their blood splattering over him.
"Ahh, nothin' but the rain"
With that Efof and Keats raced off together, Keats now being
slightly better armed.
"DESTROY IT! Shoot it down!"
John Keats barrel rolled as a hymenopterra blew a landing leg off
his ship. The scanner suddenly came alive as an entire squadron of
Bugs was heading his way.
---- End Snip ----
The shuttle that John was piloting ducked and swerved, some would say
erratically, out of the way of the incoming fighters. One of those who
would say erratically would be a certain military grade scutter, who
was holding on for sheer existance as momentum tried to shake its
thang as Keats span the ship again.
"Dammit man, cut that out!!"
"Hey, i REALLY cant help it!"
Back in the cockpit, John was desperatly trying to dislodge a small
mechanical ferret from his back. Quil had stowed away and decided
things were getting to hot, and sort refuge. This was causing Johns
less than refined control of the ship. He tumbled again, avoiding a
head on collison, as the ship passed, Mk.7 shot a crafty shot into a
joint on the ship, depressuring the bug and causing the hymie in
control to explode into something not unlike pea-soup.
"Hey, Mk.7, hows it looking from out there?"
"Shut up and fight, theres still more around!"
"I'd give anything to have my old ship back..."
The sluggish controls of the shuttle caused a shot to graze the side
of the ship, Blowing through the armour plating and damaging engine
contols, John could feel the ship loosing power.
"Mk7, can you do something about the engine?"
"Ok lets have a... oh god.. thats not good.. John, i can patch it, but
were leaking coolent, any more than six or so minutes more out here,
and she'l totally fry out, get back to the Dwarf, NOW!"
"Dammit dammit DAMMIT women!"
"Droid actually"
"Gah, not you! Look, have you a communication shunt?"
Keats turned off the comms before he coudl answer, pulled a tight turn
and pointed at the Torax.
"Mk7, i have a favour to ask, throw your comunication shunt at the
Thorax..."
"Wh.."
"Just do it, i need to have a word with my Wife"
John acclerated as Mk7 ejected the communication unit, which hit the
Thorax with a satisfying lack of squelch. John Broadcast a qucik
message to those onboard the Thorax and any connected to the hive
mind, the workings of this can be explaiend, but for sanity shant be.
"Amber, honey...." John gulped and Amber, who was aboard the Thorax
fumed with anger.
"Amber.. I want a divorce!"
The Communication device shorted out seconds later. By this time, John
and Mk7 were well on the way back to the dwarf to get a new ship.
[Tag Amber]

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